Soft, transparent, white, like the smiley skin of a baby
Hope tunneling in my stomach
Lifting the pack on my shoulder-weightless
Warmth of my heart, flying through my ribs
Soft stifling notion
It keeps tasting of the sunrise
Is there a sun in me? -flooding out
my skin through ivory bones
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